"The Stars....the trees and finally Me..."

In the premises of NTNC,

Me and the Oven lappy...

Promises to keep and dedications....

23rd Feb,2011

Time:4:45 pm

Wednesday, Sauraha, Chitwan,Nepal....

"The Stars....the trees and finally Me..."

Tides of "Sea" strikes the rhyme....

And gently said..."You did a crime!!

Writing without the Rhythm and shouting out....

Portraits you an evil and then a stout....."

I wonder now-

Meandering rivers and the breeze…

The stars and the trees….

Do they demand a way to cry???

The emotions fly to the borderless sky….

If the stars stops twinkling

That leaf halts dwindling..???

What will the tide expect…!!!

A crest and a trough will reflect….

Something aberrant and heartless….

Are they the stars...or the shiny lace…???

Heart-the pulse, the sea- the tides and a poem-the rhyme…

Stars….the shine….and the tree….the lime….

The tides are born to strike the coast- The Valiant Sea

I wonder-

They are The Stars, the trees and Finally Me……

By

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Chitwan National Park, Nepal

[ Dedicated to two fellow wildlife travellers- Kasara]

Dreaming the Destiny

"Dreaming the Destiny ......"

Mitrapark, Chabahil,

Kathmandu, Nepal

Time:11:40am , Saturday

Me "dell"ing and "dream"ing

After a week or two, My heart knock my mind...

That I have something to do and something to rewind...

Days full of works and nights full of dreams...

made me go common and then scream...

" I have a dream" as the Luther ,once had...

I barely have a time to rejoice or to be sad...

Selfish and Hypocrite , I am and I don't deny...

Yeah , I have and I have thousands of skies to fly...

I cry out loud and go mute...

I blow the guitars and play the flute...

I expect love and I hardly share...

I do unjust and judge to be fair...

I walk up all the way dreaming the earth...

And silently I am the one to light the hearth...

.. ..Deep and deep..distant and distant...beyond the eyes

My imagination floats to the fathomless the skies...

Humanity.....Respects and Love.....binds me here...

Pains and grieves that I seldom care...

I dont want to get scared of future and live with my past...

I promise and will play to the full the way "You" cast...

I have a dream , I have a heart and I have a dignity...

Human..am I ..so I am dreaming the destiny...

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

[ Dedicate this poem to my three wonderful friends- My Dream..My Passion..My Destiny]

Here floats the Rapti

Calmness...

That breaks the silence~

The ripples...

Of sweetness all around...

Glittering Water...

And the stony ground...

The thrill that please the ears...

The tapestry weaved by her ...

It floats and floats...

the breeze of Water...

Smoothly...

Gently...

Sacredly...

it sails...

the smoothness of the fur...

Thousands of ripples...

The curling serpents

The  chirping birds

The silent wood

The Sail

Splashing Charm!!!

Beautiful...

Majestic....

The Watery Trail~~~~~

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel"Hridayaninadini"

16th January,2011

3:05pm

Sailing on the Rapti River,

Chitwan, Nepal...

A call from the wild

Jerking tanks and the dusty trails...

A hope [to see] for the wilds in the wild!

Green Canopies above and the grasses underneath...

"Mom! Mom! Here I am the happiest child..."

That majestic rhino with his prestigious horn...

Stumbling oozes and weeds; a bowl full of corn!

Splashing and meandering brooks and streams

And here I am living my dreams!

"HappYness" - is the only expression I can give...

& that's bouncing in my chambers of four!

My eyes are full of  "eye-offending-brines"

"Mom, besides your lap, I love to be on this green floor!"

"Mom, I harked the call from the wild!

All I wanted is to be here forever~

for these birds and beasts!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Chitwan National Park...

Eden Jungle Resort.....

24th January , 2011....

Hot Chocolate and a diary nearby....

Parents.

Born!

Smiled,

Grew-up, 

Destined miles,

Back up, 

Encouraged,

Loneliness, 

Wrinkle-aged,

Love, 

Support,

Life, 

the Warrior's-fort!

My heart fits my mom.

Assurance to come!

My soul is my dad!

That cheer when I am sad.

-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

22nd Jan, 2011,

[Balcony of Hotel Eden, Chitwan,

Sweeper sweeping the floor.....

the dust around me seems like the asteroids.........in the distant galaxy

The poem in fingers...

Mom & Dad in my heart]

Erase.

I don't want any more pain...

I hate being false!

& scribble the wrong words!

I don't want to get my marks,

Deducted!

I know,

I am creating a blunder...

I don't want to make the things...

Filthy!

I don't want to learn the bitterness!

I prefer and prefer to be-

Perfect!

And I feel!

Wrong, this is!

The puzzle that cannot fit!

Crosswords- hard to solve!

Blanks that don't fill! 

A wrong clue-

I do not want to use!

And does not fit my lexicon! 

Erase these words-

Brutality!

Favouritism! 

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Friend.

I smiled ..to see you smiling ...

I felt that I have never felt before...

Friends are not only for gossiping...

but ...

for missing too

If this is the pain..of missing you...

I love no medication....

Your soft smile shall cure...

the most painful scars......

Those evenings and those late nights....

had a different breeze to be felt....

Your way of being funny...

but

still my way of liking you....

made us ....

the colours of rainbows.......,

the butterflies..in the garden.....,

the deers grazing in the woods.....,

the stars dancing up above.....,

the beetles...walking in the leaves........,

the clouds voyaging together......,

We are best friends!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini "

Kathmandu,Mitrapark

December 28 at 2:22pm

Ohhhhhh Its ...

28th December.

The green damsel

The damsel with the verdant moss-quiet-turf-clad...

high on the Earth, stretches her slender arms...

to the glittering horizon..drive me so crazy and mad...

I go...Every wild lilac that articulates...

and adorn her, make her perfect...

the misty veil..that hides her charm, to let...

...us float in the crooks of curiosity...

the fruits of pines that hang to and fro...

the woods that form a complex tapestry...

adds the flavour, the rustling wind that blows...

carry away her whisper down the valley...

divinely lay that the birds twitter ...

make her beauty ..Spell-bound...

the cascade of the springs..that seems...

a lock of hair that curls down...

those rhododendrons form vermillion on her forehead...

don't you feel, that it tantalizes you?

the natural charisma, divine beauty and timid hue...

...don't you feel that you fell in love?

with nature-

A perfect highland love!

- Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Naturally Nepal

[ I wrote this poem on my way up to Indian Hills.....so want to dedicate it to Uttarakhand's high Himalayas]

11:18 am, June 23rd,2009,

Josimath, Uttarakhand, India

Illusion

I walked and passed by the girl...

She was merely smiling...

I saw her head ..bend down...

She had her own story to cry out...

I walked and passed by the crowds...

They were racing to get the way...

doors were closed....but they moved on...

Yelling...

Howling..and,

Unpleasant Shout...

I walked and passed by the buildings...

Proudly standing aside and laughing at me...

"You, all, are of stones...we can feel and see...

....You are artificial....hollow..empty and stout..."

I walked and passed by the mirror...

there I saw....thousands of thoughts and pieces of me...

Unpleasant smiles...mock faces and..tides of sea...

Illusion...illusion and illusion......cried out...

[ This was what I felt when I walked on the streets of Kathmandu ]

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Naturally Nepal

Dedicate this poem to all those who are wearing Illusion...

Kathmandu, Mitrapark,

Time: 9:30 pm, 18th December 2010